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spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 8:35 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme Valerie could not contain herself any longer and she burst out laughing long, loud, and clear for the entire ship to hear. His voice was squeaky, his face was flushed, and he looked as though he might explode. Once she got control of herself enough to stop laughing, she climbed out of the nest and climbed down the mast with all the skill of a monkey. She landed lightly in front of Aiden and leaned against the mast.
"Ah, Captain Aiden," she said airily. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company on this fine morning?" |
Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 8:50 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Aiden took the letter out of his fist, where he had been crushing it into a fine powder (or trying his damndest) due to his frustration and shame... And he handed it to Valerie. He cleared his throat and tried to muster up some dignity. "Er, um, well, the Admiral of the Fleet has invited us to this ball, you see..." |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 9:01 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme "Us?" Valerie's smile faltered and she frowned and wrinkled her nose. She snatched the latter from him and carefully opened it since it was in a very delicate state.
"These are awfully big words," she said, handing the letter back to him. "What does it say, exactly?" |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 9:10 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Aiden smirked. Although he didn't like having to go (understatement of the century), if he was dragging someone down with him that would be more distressed, that would make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. "Let me translate that into Urchin-Speak for you... We have to go to a formal ball. Dressed up in monkey suits. Together. Or the Admiral of the Fleet will chop off our asses and hand them to us." He then stuffed the letter angrily into his pocket. |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 9:30 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme "Unfortunately, for you, I am disinclined to acquiesce to the Admiral of the Fleet's request," Valerie said flatly. She had a wide vocabulary, she just never took the time to figure out how to read the bigger words. "I fail to see how I profit from this." She grabbed a rope and pulled herself up off the deck. It was miserable enough to a ball in a big fancy dress, but to go with that git. She'd rather take her chances with Admrial Griffin. Valerie reached for another rope that was just out of her reach. |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 7:07 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme "You don't understand, Heckett. We cannot refuse. This is going to be the biggest formal event of the year, the Queen herself might even attend, and the Admiral of the Fleet has told us to go. He's not only my boss, but your friend Griffin's. If you don't go, you'll get yourself taken off the payroll, and Griffin and I demoted." Aiden looked really exasperated. "I know you don't care what happens to me, but surely you'll go for yourself and Griffin..."
OOC:Yes, it's true, once he gets past physical and verbal violence, then environmental and physical mutilation, be gets kinda normal once he accepts that he absolutely can't do anything >__>
Aiden: P-please? *emotear* |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 9:09 am | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme Valerie paused, and looked down at Aiden since she was currently suspended a few feet of the floor. She found it highly amusing to see James so desperate, so pathetic and completely at her mercy. He was right that she could not care less about what happened to him, but if Griffin got demoted…
Her money and current leisurely lifestyle was now at stake. Her smile faded for a moment as she weighed out the consequences of each choice. She had enough money saved away and treasure stowed away to live like a queen on some far away island in the South Pacific, but she did not want to have Aiden and Griffin after her skin for destroying their careers. Retirement was supposed to be relaxing. “Fine, I’ll go with ye,” she said with a toothy grin, descending to the deck. It would take at least an afternoon to get ready. Stupid dresses. “When is it?” |
Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 2:08 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Captain Frost watched with a masked mixture of amusement and horror. Marc was still slacking off, more than half of the men were tripping over themselves, and the rest were just about to trip. What was worse was that Jenny was walking perfectly -- for a woman. He took a step towards her in lieu of actually walking over and looked at her straight in the eyes.
"Unfortunately, you're not the pretty trophy wife this time," Frost said almost gravely. "You're going, that's for sure; I don't trust you alone with my ship. But trophy wives don't have peg legs. Stop with the hips. On the other hand," he paused, turning to look at a certain first mate. "Marc, since you seem so intent on failing to be a gentleman, perhaps you should learn from Jenny how to walk like a lady. Do it right or I'll follow through on that threat." There were more than a few snickers from the crew when he said this. Frost had expected the reaction, and was prepared. "Don't forget, five of you are wearing dresses. Volunteers may continue to laugh." OOC: I considered having him "volunteer" her immediately... but she can have a bit more time to squirm ;) |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 2:48 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Jenny chuckled, unperturbed. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Don't remind me." She straightened up and walked then like a man. Or rather, like Aiden in a suit. I always felt the need to inspect his ass to see if there was a stick up there, she thought with a snicker.
"I'll be sure to iron my suit and wear my good leg, you don't have to remind me... Speaking of which, your volunteers really suck at this. Well, it's not helping that we're on the ship, probably... They could balance and therefore walk more easily on land." She shrugged. "But what do I know... Right, Frosty?" --- "It's this evening at sundown, 6 pm. Which means..." Aiden looked up into the sky. "We don't have nearly enough time! Shit! I've gotta iron my suit, and shave, and... Oh damn." He rushed off to do the things he had just listed off. OOC:it's about 10 am right now. |
The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 5:02 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme Marc's eyes widened at the threat. "Me? Walk like a lady?" She laughed nervously. "I could never--"
"What're you on about, Marc?" jeered one of the crew good-naturedly, slapping her hard on the back. "You're walkin' like the bloody Queen already. Except... you're a guy." He grinned and tugged on her bound braid. "Thank God for that, hn? You'd make one hell of an ugly woman." Marc rolled her eyes, too used to such jeering to take offense, and knowing full well that he'd probably eat his words if he saw her in a dress with her hair down. "I don't know what you're talkin' about, Davy, you oaf. I can't walk like a lady." To prove this point, she took a few steps, exaggerating the swaying hips, and intentionally tripped over her own feet. She hit the deck unceremoniously. The rest of the crew sniggered at this display, which was quite obviously staged, and several of them imitated her, looking ridiculous with their chests pushed out and their hips all over the place. Within moments, the entire crew was laughing and tripping over themselves and one another, and for a moment Marc dared to hope that Frost might show one of those almost-smiles and call them all buffoons and forget about making her learn to walk. But only for a moment. |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 8:50 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme OOC: Curiously... is Steve still on board?
Frost looked blandly at Jenny, raising an eyebrow. "Indeed, what? We haven't time for a picnic; we must be in London and ready by six." He watched Marc's pathetic display and the crew's subsequent amusement with something that decidedly did not make him want to show an "almost-smile." If anything, it made him want to show an "almost-frown." But, that was not going to happen, either. "Back in line," the captain said firmly, tapping his sword's hilt impatiently. "Anyone not interested in treasure may leave or continue laughing." After a moment's thought, he added, "If you're going for sure, you're not leaving." He looked particularly at Jenny and Marc. Jenny seemed to have a good grasp of what she was doing, which was good, but that still left... everyone else. With a quick sigh, or what was probably a sigh, Radley stepped forward in front of the line and instructed them to walk it again. Immediately, he eliminated a large portion of those there, sending them back to their posts. Remaining was about fifteen including the two he knew were going. "Take a short break and try to find something like a book. If you have questions or something to discuss, I'll be in my quarters." With that, he turned and walked swiftly off. If he were a drinking man, now would be the time that he'd pull out a bottle. He had about eight hours to turn nine pirates into four gentleman and five ladies. If he were a pessimistic man, now would be the time that he would be doubting his plan. Fortunately, he was neither. OOC: Mmmm... book balancing. This would be hard on a ship XD;; |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 5:39 am | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme OOC:Yep.
Steve came running out, nearly knocking the Captain over. "Frosty, Frosty!" he called, as if the Captain couldn't see him. "Can I learn to walk, too? I wanna learn to walk! I wanna learn to walk! Frosty, pleeeaaaase? I can do it, see?" He took a few clumsy steps with his shoulders back and his chest pushed out-- he tended to trip over himself even when walking normally-- and landed flat on his face. "Owww..." He rubbed his nose, wondering vaguely why he was always injuring that paricular part of his face. "Frosty, I don't wanna learn to walk anymore. It hurts, Frosty, and I don't wanna learn because I'll fall and--" He was cut off by a swift kick to the backside. He scrambed to his feet, glaring at the pirate who'd done it; it was, as usual, the same young pirate who'd continually abused him since his arrival. ~~~~~ "Shut up," Marc snapped. "Nobody ever said you have to learn." She had been momentarily relieved when the captain had mentioned that anyone not interested may leave-- and then he'd killed that hope. She watched him leave for his quarters, desperately wishing that he'd stay there just long enough for her to jump ship. Or have asudden accident that wasn't had enough to require immediate attention but wouldn't allow her to go to the ball. A sprained ankle, perhaps? Maybe a broken leg. She sighed and shook her head. Perhaps it would be best to just tell the Captain what was wrong. Maybe then he'd let her off the hook. Or throw her off the ship. Or maybe, if she continued to fail at everything badly enough, he'd agree that she was hopeless and not make her go. "Captain?" she said, knocking on the door of his quarters. "Can I, uh, speak to you for a minute?" |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 1:22 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme “Right, that leaves just enough time for me to get ready,” Valerie said to herself. She grabbed an officer by the arm. “If the cap’n bellows for me where I am tell ”˜im I’ve gone a shore. I’ll send a messenger to tell ”˜im where to come pick me up.” She walked down the gang plank and stood on the street to watch people and horse-and-buggies bustle past her. She was also trying to give her sea legs a bit of time to get used to the land.
After a few moments, she walked down the streets until she found her favorite tavern, where she stopped for lunch and rum. Once she had satisfied her hunger and quenched her thirst, she set off to the better side of town. She strolled past countless stores until she found “The Queen’s Boutique,” the best dressmaker’s shop in town with the most elegant styles. The tinkling of a bell announced her arrival as she opened the door. Valerie shoved her hands in her pocket and gazed at the miles of fabric that adorned the store. She was surrounded by pinks, oranges, yellows, blues, greens, reds, purples, it was like walking through a rainbow. “I wonder why I never sacked a dress store before I quit,” she wondered aloud as she looked at a dummy with a red gown embroidered with gold flowers, birds and pearls. “Miss Heckett, I knew you would wait until the last moment to get ready,” said a sharp voice behind her. “No worries, I was prepared for that. It’s already been made, it just needs “Queenie,” Valerie grinned, and turned around to face the plump old dressmaker. “Now, really, you can’t blame me this time, I got the invitation this morning. But you already have the dress! Lovely, I’ll be back later.” She headed back to the door to go drink some more rum. “Not so fast, Miss Heckett,” Queenie said, circling Valerie like a vulture. “You look awful, and you smell like a tavern. I am not letting you defile my good dress with your filth. You’re getting a bath.” Valerie groaned, and rolled her eyes. Queenie’s bath water was always cold and the old bat scrubbed really hard. ~*~ About two hours later, Valerie stood in the back with her teeth chattering and her skin covered in goosebumps, while she clung to a beam as Queenie laced up her corset. “Wasn’t one bath- Oof!- enough?” Valerie asked bitterly. She was sure the spot between her ears was rubbed raw. “Stop breathing in so deeply,” she said sternly. “And stop talking.” Valerie grunted a reply. “Now then, I’ve sent my apprentice to go to the Zephyr to tell Admiral Aiden to pick you up at 5:30. Are you really going with him?” Valerie nodded. “Are you two getting along any better? The last time you went to a ball together I heard he nearly tossed you over the balcony.” The pirate looked over her shoulder and grinned impishly. “I see…” Queenie placed her foot on the small of her back and yanked at the strings sharply. |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 3:21 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Aiden relaxed while a few peons ran to get a tub and hot water. When it arrived, he took a bath, making sure to use soap and scrub hard. He got out, dried off, put his underclothes on, and shaved. He was smoking a cigar and inspecting his handiwork in his cabin's mirror when Queenie's apprentice knocked at the door.
"Come in," He said gruffly, cigar in one corner of his mouth. The apprentice bowed low, then delivered his message. "You can pick up Miss Heckett downtown at Queenie's at 5:30, sir. Here are the directions." At that, he laid down a piece of paper on the table, and then left. Aiden picked up the paper. "Not too far from here. Good." He let it go, letting it drift back to the table. He applied cologne, then looked at himself in the mirror again. He tried to smile, unsuccessfully. And again. What would make me smile... Hm. He thought for a minute. Aha! Gold, the promotion, shooting Frost... Now that I think about it, there are lots of things that would make me smile... He smiled a perfect, confident smile. Agh... Makes the side of my mouth hurt, he thought, mouth turning down into his usual scowl. He finished up, and decided to take a quick nap. He would need the energy if he was going to parade around with a smile plastered on, in a monkey suit... Especially if he had to go with Heckett. He fell asleep only minutes after he lay his head down, but the sleep was not satisfying. He had a horrible nightmare... OOC:gonna leave that to another post, hehe |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 4:36 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Frost was sitting behind a large mahogany desk that faced the door, with his left elbow resting on the surface and his hand in a fist supporting his head. He was looking indifferently from a large map spread out in front of him and a letter which he held in his free hand. He took a large pocket watch from his jacket and looked at it briefly before returning it. They weren't that far away, so he figured they would have plenty of time on land, if they needed it, before they actually showed up to the ball.
He didn't look up when he heard Marc at the door, but pulled a small sheet of paper and a pen from a drawer and began to jot some random notes down. "Come in," he said without stopping. Impressive, he thought as he wrote. I didn't expect anyone to actually ask for help. Maybe we'll have some reasonably realistic gentleman after all.... OOC: Hehe... he just might be disappointed XD; |
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